I'd rather tell my own story.
Of horizons
And dark eyes
Full of you.
The knowledge of
Every waking moment
And those lost to
Dreams.
Your breath on my skin.
Fear of it being broken.
But then your silence
Balms.
Heals.
And once again
Happy, anklet-clad feet
Run
Leaving marks on
Fresh earth
Leading to you.
You.
Untangled.
